Stereo
By: Lara
“Jayce. Jay…Ceeee…” Justin yelled, snapping the
headphones against JC’s head. JC
jumped.
“What?”
“I’ve been
calling you forever!” Justin tapped his
foot. “Rehearsal…you know…dancing and
stuff?”
“Oh, yeah!” JC jumped up, tossed down his Discman, and
went to the bathroom of the bus to check his hair.
“Ooookkkayyy…”
Justin picked up the Discman to turn it off
He placed the headphones to his ears and jumped. “Jesus, JC…is this loud enough? And why are
you listening to our CD, anyway?”
“I like our CD,”
JC said defensively. “Let’s go to
rehearsal.”
“No…Chris…okay…”
Wade ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Do me a favor. Count to
ten.”
“What?” Chris
scratched his knee.
“Count…to…ten,”
Wade repeated slowly.
“One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…nine…ten,”
Chris said. “Okay?”
“That little
exercise did two things. First of all, it gave me ten seconds to keep from
turning you inside out. It also proved
to me that you truly can count to four, and therefore you SHOULD be able to
find the damn downbeat!” Wade
screamed. He caught sight of Justin and
JC in the doorway. “Hey, guys.”
“Hey.” JC went to
a corner and started stretching. Justin
stared at him.
“Hi, Wade,” he
said, then went to JC. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Fine.”
“Okay…let’s warm
up.” Wade went to the CD player and put
in “The Game is Over.”
“What the hell is
this…NSYNC CD day?” Justin grumbled, but he took his usual place next to JC and
behind Wade.
“Dinner, anyone?”
Joey asked as they panted out of rehearsal.
“Sure,” Justin
said. “Chris?”
“Yeah. JC owes me a meal, anyway.” Chris nudged Lance, who was on his
cellphone. “Lance? Dinner?”
Lance nodded and kept talking.
“Jayce? JC?” Chris turned around.
“He’s talking to
Wade about something,” Joey said.
“Okay…I’ll grab
him upstairs in his room,” Chris said.
Chris was
pounding on the door of JC’s suite for ten minutes before Lance wandered out
into the hallway. “What’s up?” Lance asked.
“Freaking JC…he
won’t answer,” Chris said, frowning.
“Here.” Lance pulled out the extra keycard and
handed it to Chris. Chris slid it
through the lock and opened the door.
JC was seated on the bed, dressed and ready for dinner but listening to
his Discman.
“For fuck’s
sake,” Chris grumbled, grabbing the headphones. “HELLO, JC.”
“Oh, sorry,” JC
said sheepishly. He turned off the
Discman.
“Was that our
CD?” Chris asked.
“Was that
Celebrity?” Lance asked. JC nodded and shrugged.
“There are eighty
million ZILLION CDs in this world and you listen to OURS?” Chris asked. He
shook his head. “Whatever. I’m hungry and you owe me dinner, Jayce. Let’s go.”
“Did anyone think
to ask Wade?” JC asked. Lance and Chris froze.
“Well, no,” Lance
said.
“Would anyone
care if he went?”
“Of course not,
as long as he doesn’t ask me to count,” Chris said.
“Cool. Because I called him after Chris called me,
and he’s meeting us at the restaurant,” JC said, slipping his leather jacket
on.
“Cool,” Chris
said, scratching his head in confusion.
“I got it.” JC
slapped his hand down on the check.
Justin stared at him.
“Dude…um…we can
afford to split it.”
“And I can afford
to get it. My treat.” JC smiled at everyone, his eyes resting on
Wade last. “Okay?”
“Hell…I’m not
complaining. Thanks, JC,” Joey said.
Lance threw down
money for a tip. “Anyone up for a club?”
“I’m in,” Joey
said immediately.
“Me, too,” Justin
added. “Jayce? Chris? Wade?”
“Sure…I haven’t
been out in…” Chris checked his watch.
“About twenty-four hours. I’m due for a club.”
“Nah…I’m wiped,”
JC said.
“And I can’t get in,”
Wade reminded them gently.
“Hello, Wade,
either can I…but I get in,” Justin pointed out.
Wade shrugged.
“No, thanks. I’ll drive JC back to the
hotel.”
“Suit yourself,”
Justin said.
“Fuck me. I left
my money at the hotel,” Joey realized as they walked up to the door.
“I got it,” Lance
said.
“No…I owe you
guys for like a million drinks. I’ll go back to the hotel and get my
wallet.” Joey clapped Chris on the
back. “Don’t steal all the girls.”
“I’ll try,” Chris
said, looking over the crowd.
Joey caught a cab
back to the hotel and went up in the elevator.
He was opening his door when he heard sounds from the room next to
him. JC’s room. He went inside and
headed for the door that joined their suites.
He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help but listen. He could clearly hear JC’s voice.
“That dinner was
the longest thing I have ever experienced in my LIFE!” JC stretched out on the bed, raising his
arms above his head. “All I wanted was
to get back here with you.”
“I know.” Wade gracefully crawled up the bed until he
was on his hands and knees over JC. He
smiled evilly. “I had all kinds of things on my mind that did NOT involve
dinner conversation.”
JC laughed out
loud. “You shoulda seen me BEFORE
dinner. All I could do today was listen to “Celebrity.” I kept skipping the CD
back to hear your voice in my ears.”
Wade nipped at
JC’s slender neck. “Why do you think we
got to warm up to “Game?” I like how
sexy you sound when you sing angry.”
JC made a low
angry sound deep in his throat and thrust his hips up as Wade kissed him.
“Uh, guys?” Joey lightly tapped Chris on the back.
“HEY!” Chris gave Joey a hug.
“How drunk are
you?”
“Pretty damn
drunk, thank you. And you?” Chris asked cheerfully, swinging his glass.
“Good. We need to
talk. Find Justin.” Joey grabbed Lance
away from a pretty blond and dragged him to the hallway near the bathroom. The
club was quietest there.
“Um, I was
dancing?” Justin reminded Chris.
“Joey needs our
divided attention…I mean, our undivided attention,” Chris slurred.
“Okay.” Joey ran a hand through his hair. “Our missing tenor and our choreographer are
bed buddies.”
“Fuck…yes…Wade…holy
shit!” JC gasped for breath as Wade
plunged inside. “Harder…God, Wade,
harder for fuck’s sake!”
“JC…dammit…” Wade
tossed his head back as JC’s hips matched his thrusts perfectly. “Oh…JC…” Wade grunted and whispered low in
JC’s ear as he came. JC moaned and
grabbed Wade’s hips, clenching his teeth as he came as well.
“Fuck,” JC gasped
as Wade pulled out. “That was worth
waiting through dinner.”
“You were hearing
things. It was the TV,” Lance told Joey for the sixth time as they got out of
the cab.
“Lance, I heard
what I heard.”
“JC WAS listening
to Celebrity today,” Justin remembered.
“Yeah,” Chris
said, though he had no clue what they were talking about.
Lance flew out of
the elevator and banged on JC’s door. “Jayce?
We need to talk to you!”
JC’s head poked
out. “Lance? Guys?” He rubbed his head sleepily.
“Hi.” Lance
barged in, shoving JC out of the way.
“A-HA!” He pointed at Wade, who
was sitting on JC’s couch switching channels.
“A-HA!” Joey and Justin added. JC held his ears.
“God, stereo…” he
muttered. “A-ha what?”
“A-ha you’re
fucking Wade, man! Get yo freak on…get
yo freak on…” Chris danced in a circle.
“You’re a
schmuck.” Joey hit him in the head.
Wade came to
stand next to JC. “Um, yeah…that’s how it is.”
He looked at Lance, then Justin. They seemed the angriest. “Am I fired?”
“Of course not,”
JC snapped, putting an arm around his shoulders. “They wouldn’t fire you because they just found out their best
friend is gay.” JC gave Justin a
pointed look. “WOULD they?”
“Of course not,”
Justin said quickly. “Just…you know…wish you woulda told me.” He looked hurt.
“If this fucks up
our band…you’re in trouble.” Lance
pointed at Wade. JC stepped between Wade and Lance’s finger.
“No, YOU’RE in
trouble, because if you touch one choreographed beautiful inch of his body,
I’ll kick your
Chris laughed out
loud. “Oh. Ahem. Sorry.”
“Cool, man,
whatever,” Joey said quickly. “We’ll leave you two to…um…yeah. Bye.”
He grabbed Chris and dragged him out the door.
“Stay safe, man.”
Justin gave JC a worried look, then followed Chris and Joey.
“Whatever.” Lance rolled his eyes and followed Justin.
JC shut the door and sighed.
“That wasn’t
exactly how I wanted to tell them.”
“But now they
know,” Wade said anxiously.
“Good.” JC
grinned and sauntered over to Wade.
“Because now I can listen to you all I want and not have to hide behind
my headphones.”
The
End
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